A couple of the members of the Crusaders Senior Corps. like to make and share Jib Jab videos featuring corps. members. This one has the members of the former Light Brigade color guard who went over to “the dark side”.

Here’s footage from our first field show of the year. I’ve been hemming and hawing about watching it and putting it here because I thought I did a lousy show, but it turns out I really wasn’t that bad. I’m the second one from the right (I’m the short haired redhead) in the colorguard.

This is where I start to fuck up. Thankfully the person with the camera was kind and panned away from me. V

BTW, that’s Glenn carrying the American flag.

We’re doing another show at the same place this Friday. Don’t know if someone will be shooting it or, if they do, how much of the guard will be seen (apparently someone thinks the hornline can’t be heard from where it was so everyone is being moved up like ten feet).

I’ve been battling a nasty cold for the past week. No strength to exercise yet, at the same time, I’ve been craving every comfort food I can get my hands on. My current fetish is chocloate milk. Thankfully I have skim milk and sugar-free chocolate syrup.

I missed last week’s colorguard practice because of the cold but managed to make it to the Abington parade last Sunday. Since Abington is next door to Rockland and they’ve combined most of their forces, naturally Rockland’s Defenders (the other corps. I was looking at) were there. My uncle mentioned he had checked out some of their practices but I didn’t see him in the hornline. Us former Light Brigaders did glean substantial gossip fodder from the drumline, however, but I’m not going to discuss that here. The truly amusing part came at the end of the parade. While we were loading up the equipment onto the bus a guy came over and started talking with members of our drumline. The guy was Mark. You know, the the guy I was supposedly flirtling heavily, and secretly wanted to have an affair, with? He was standing right in front of Glenn, who did not recognize him. And no, I’m not going to tell him even though it would give me immense pleasure to rub it into Mr. I See Everything’s face.

In other news, I seriously need to get a referral for a hearing specialist. I don’t know how or why but it seems the delta wave music that I listen to when I have my boughts of insomnia is triggering a buzzing in my left ear. I know it’s the music because whenever I stop listening to it for awhile (even if I’m blasting other types of music through my ear buds) the buzzing disappates. Plus, I recently acquired some delta wave tracks from another company. Unlike Dr. Jeffrey Thomspon’s stuff where the tones used to produce the brainwave activity are “inaudible”, this other company only masks the tones with nature sounds. You can still hear them. And one of the tones they use is identical to the one I hear when my ear buzzes. It’s mystery as to how this happened. I always keep the volume of my sleep music to one notch above “mute” so it’s not like it’s damage due to it being too loud. *shrugs*

Finally. In keeping with the tagline of my blog, I encourage everyone to go out and rent “The Girl Next Door” (the unrated version). Yes, I know it’s essentially “Risky Business” but there are enough differences to keep those who have seen that movie on their toes. And, IMHO, Emile Hirsch beats Tom Cruise hands down in talent, cuteness, and a few other things I won’t mention here (but I’m sure fangirls can easily think of). Oh, and Rebecca De Mornay’s got nothing on Elisha Cuthbert.